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Hybridization of the Image
2012 Approximate Dimensions: 36″ x 44″ Gouache on Masonite This painting was done in collaboration with three other artists and their works. Our project started off with very broad rules that defined size (36” by 44”) and theme (dreamscapes). We decided to work on our own canvases and panels at first so we could
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The Cockroach Eater
I watched my mother suffer, day after day, month after month; she grew weaker and weaker while her belly grew larger and larger. I asked her kindly to not eat so much since she threw up a lot. But every time, she just laughed at me. In the three short years of my life, I
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Clusters
Imagery: a language that can set the moisture on one’s tongue, the hum in one’s ears, the tingle in one’s skin, the beat in one’s breath, and the blobs of colour that swim underneath one’s eyelids, to shape a story that the mind senses. Figurative language: words that string together layers of meanings, to describe
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I Remember
When you came up with me from the car to my hospital room, I was holding back tears, Maybe you were too. You had been told to pray in my ears While I lay in my bed and tried to sleep. But you didn’t believe too much in prayers, In what they could
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Road
It was a trail first, Soft, Crumbly with dead leaves everywhere. Colourful and beautiful it was, But there were too many patches that made us fall, Made us angry, Made us want to curse at it all. But then the trail strengthened, With years of footsteps loving it. It started sprouting plants as the dead
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Aphrodite of Cyrene
Sensual, She stands, Poised on the pedestal, Revealing her naked beauty, She doesn’t care when people stare. It’s been a long time Since she tried To make the marble surrounding her Crack through the power of her will, To make the amazed faces looking upon her in awe Turn away with shame. For ages she
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The Family Glue
She wakes up Only so she can make us all breakfast. One by one, We all get up, Not caring too much about the time, Or about the fact that she must want to go back to bed. She says it doesn’t matter. She sleeps during the day. When nobody is there,
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Tasneem Dairywala 